Posts Tagged ‘haunting thoughts’

Each generation complains about the next…its so stupid because..they never stop to realise they are the ones who raised us!!!

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Man likes to think he’s so smart but in reality we are all just a bunch of raving, barbaric lunatics. BP should stand for Bloody Pathetic. All the most brilliant engineers in the world and they can’t even plug a damn hole. Ha! Tragically, the animals of the planet are always the ones to suffer. I don’t even like watching the news anymore. I just don’t want to see all the atrocities.
Between the new HST in Canada and half-wits ruining the planet, I feel sorry for the young people of today who really don’t have any say into what’s going on at all. Children should be seen but not heard. Unfortunally they are the one’s of the future who will have to deal with all the destruction. No wonder they are so depressed. Can you blame them? Antidepressants are making the pharmaceutical companies as rich as hogs.
I heard on the news yesterday that this new HST is going to be hitting home owners terribly and gas prices will go up again. Yeah, like that’s any surprise. As if it isn’t hard enough for young couples to make it and stay together.The government’s kick in the stomach isn’t helping matters any. Good people are losing their jobs and the divorce rate is the highest it has ever been.
God must be turning in his heavenly bed. No matter what your belief whether it be you reap what you sow, karma, or what goes around comes around, everything we do and say in our lifetime is recordered by a cosmic accountant. An equal reaction to the choices we make is going to hit us smack in the gluttonous arse. It’s coming, and it’s not going to be pretty.

And the Bringer of Light said…
I have forgotten my own name,
Demon, Misleader, driving me insane,
Taunting tainted fruit not for my tasting,
As in the juices of lust I’m basting.
Believing I’m climbing higher,
All along damning my heart with this fire,
Slowly binding to passions you’re inflicting,
Sensations forbidden, observed once with convicting.
Desire ruling this human form,
Swelling heat in a boiling storm,
Temperature rising, preparing incineration,
Poisonous delight, anticipating penetration.
Fitting we meet as I was upward going,
Your serpent’s tail now showing,
Masquerading, you greet with black deception,
Can I withstand its full erection?
Tortured not knowing, will I ever be the same,
Sanity again to reign?
Transmuted genes from years of disconnection,
Something’s missing in this game called Seduction.
Love,
You say for it you’re searching,
While drowning in selfish identity, lurking.
Deceiver, before the fall I saw you here,
Wallowing in this abyss of lies and fear.
I came once looking for your soul to save,
Now captured by tormented dreams, a slave,
Tangled in the embrace of shame,
Only myself to blame.
Am I defeated by my own longing to concede,
Slavery or freedom? Which will it be?
Only I can choose to see past the illusion of sin,
Breaking imaginary chains that hold me in.
Oh, how I fight your treacherous tongue,
Guarding my being, flickering songs unsung,
Plotting to be my Master,
Promising Heaven as I fall even faster,
Saying, “Hell would be to never know your touch.”
Can I change this legacy,
Or “is it just too much,” I’m asking?
Am I to stay here forever basking,
In the dark grasp of degeneracy?

A dream

Posted: July 18, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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I’ve sailed the wings of chance
Travelling from shore to shore
With memories embedded
Inside my soul forevermore

Now behind my mirrored walls
Alone with dreams I dare
To envision a worthy man
With virtuous love to share

He holds me tightly in his arms
Relieving me from all my plights
Giving me all his love
On those cold and lonely nights

In my mirrored fantasy world
In time someone waits for me
To share my life, to share my love
In the mirror of my dreams

I once lived in a city. It was a strong, safe city. It had high walls around it built in earlier times to fend off frequent attackers. The walls were strong ones and I maintained them in order to keep myself safe from hurtful things. I can’t say I felt safe in my strong city but it was as close as I could get.

But I was alone in my city. My city had become a prison for me. The same walls which I had built to keep out pain had also kept out good things. The things that make life worth living. While I was relatively safe in my city, I was besieged in a prison of my own making. Yet I continued maintenance on my walls. I chose the safety of a prison rather than face the dangers that lay on the outside.

Even after there were no more attacks, no more attackers, I kept up my city’s walls. Then one day I heard of another city. A traveler from another city had gained my trust and I gave her admittance to my city. It was the first real company I had had in a very long time. Time after time my traveler friend returned. I soon began to lose interest in my walls. It’s amazing how fast they fell when I forgot about them. I don’t know if my traveler friend thought it strange to find the walls around my city coming down. I myself did not notice. I enjoyed her company so much that my walls did not even cross my mind.

I wondered what sort of city it was that my traveler friend hailed from. It was then that I realized that my walls had come completely down. They were beyond repair and I did not wish to build them up again. So I left my once strong city and set out to find that other city from where my traveler friend had come. The place where I for some reason had begun to believe I could be safe and yet not alone.

It was not a long journey. I soon reached the city I was looking for. I don’t know what I expected to see when I reached that city. But what a sinking feeling I had when I stood before the city and found it surrounded by high walls probably as strong and solid as mine had been. I could not get in.

I can not go back, for the old city cannot ever be home again. So I wander outside the other city. I still talk to my traveler friend and I try to glean from the things she says a picture of what the city must be like. But how I long to be in that city. To have the walls open their gates for me. To have a city to be at home in once more.

And hopefully to be better off than I was before. I know what I left behind and I do not miss it nor do I feel the least bit of longing to return. So I wait on the outside of this other city praying that some day I can win admittance.

I fear I may have to wait forever.

Whilst gnawing on a piece of cheese last night I wondered why the human population is so crazy about cow’s milk. I mean, think about it. Everyone is drinking liquid that comes out of a stinky animal with a big slobbery tongue in its gob. It chews its food, barfs it up and then chews it again. It’s pretty gross when you think about it. Why don’t they make cheese out of human breast milk? It sure would be a lot easier to digest than cow enzymes. What about a whole line of human milk products? Can you imagine a bunch of naked women in a barn all lined up and hooked up to electronic milking machines? Oh crap, wait a minute. That’s just one more fantasy for men to drool about. Forget I mentioned it.

I have something else to get off my chest. (The crowd moans). Why are some people so freakin’ mean? I’d really like to know what they get out of it. Do you notice how some people never have a damn good thing to say about anyone? They criticize, lie, blame others and do just about anything to make other people’s lives miserable. I won’t name names. Let’s just call the person I’m talking about, Mr C . This anonymous person needs to be stabbed in the cranium with a fork. Isn’t there an island they can be shipped to? Too bad there’s no such thing as an anti-mean taser gun. Give-um a shot in the arm every time they say something stupid. I bet that would curb some arseholic behavior. You might think I need therapy after reading this but here’s the clincher, folks. You are my therapy. Ha-ha! Yeah, the mind is a dangerous thing, especially at five in the morning.

I was currently reading a blog on someones page, this person was basically telling her feelings as so many ppl on here do.  But this persons desire of affection apparently didnt notice her.   I found it funny not because of that reason, but i began to think.  We are always wanting what we cannot have, to attain what we cannot reach.  While there are so many who look at us as the one who cannot be attained.  While we struggle to get that perfect guy/girl there are ppl out there that are are trying to get us the same way.  We dont even notice most of the time that ppl may look at us as the unattainable. 

So why is it, that our human nature is always struggling to find something better?  When there are ppl who care about us right in front of our eyes, yet we wont open them to see.  Everyone has someone in there shadows that desperately wants to be with them, yet most of us are too busy with are heads in the clouds to notice what could possibly be reaching out to us looking for love. 

Thats why we will go on wanting what we cant have, needing what we want, and looking in the wrong places for the wrong reasons.  So all those who read this remember that when you have a crush on someone and you are focused on just them, that there are others out there who may feel the same way torwards you.